I have been contemplating to get a haircut for this job interview tomorrow. I look like a hobo. An Asian hobo who hasn't bathed in weeks, living in a university computer lab, muttering to himself "Study all day, study all day". But then I figured that I will get a haircut when it's necessary for me to do so, i.e. when I have become a good, law-abiding and productive member of society. And by the time I turn 35, I will have to cut my hair really, really short because of my then-receding hairline. And as I visit my alma-mater 20 years from now, I will look like a creepy old man stalking 18 year olds. Grim, grim.